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Känner mig klyven just nu.. Du säger en sak ena dagen och en annan sak andra.. :(
If you miss the train I'm on you will know that I am gone. You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles, A hundred miles, a hundred miles, A hundred miles, a hundred miles. You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles because to night we'd go down to the river and into the river we'd dive, oh down to the river we'd ride
Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name and the land that I once loved was not my own. Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four, Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home. A hundred tanks along the square, One man stands and stops them there. Some day soon, the tide will turn, and I'll be free I'll be free, I'll be free, I'll come home to my country some day soon the tide will turn and I'll be free.
But I remember us riding in my sisters car his body tanned and wet down at the reservoir. At night on them banks I'd lie awake and pull his close just to feel each breath he'd take. Now those memories come back to haunt me, They haunt me like a curse. Is a dream a lie if it don't come true. Or is it something worse? That sends me down to the river though I know the river is dry. That sends me down to the river tonight, Down to the river my baby and I oh down to the river we ride..
If you miss the train I'm on you will know that I am gone. You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles, A hundred miles, a hundred miles, A hundred miles, a hundred miles. You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles because to night we'd go down to the river and into the river we'd dive, oh down to the river we'd ride
Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name and the land that I once loved was not my own. Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four, Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home. A hundred tanks along the square, One man stands and stops them there. Some day soon, the tide will turn, and I'll be free I'll be free, I'll be free, I'll come home to my country some day soon the tide will turn and I'll be free.
But I remember us riding in my sisters car his body tanned and wet down at the reservoir. At night on them banks I'd lie awake and pull his close just to feel each breath he'd take. Now those memories come back to haunt me, They haunt me like a curse. Is a dream a lie if it don't come true. Or is it something worse? That sends me down to the river though I know the river is dry. That sends me down to the river tonight, Down to the river my baby and I oh down to the river we ride..
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